The fairest of all. [Open Log; Mirror-verse]

[inyourmidst]

They say that every coin has its other side, and every mirror its reflection, but such descriptions aren't quite adequate enough to describe a true polar reality where everything is not only opposite and reversed but utterly different. Where right becomes wrong and truth becomes lies, where an event might have played out exactly the same way with

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[inyourmidst]

[He has to be pretty careful in towns these days. He's seen enough Wanted posters out for his arrest even though it's been months since he's done anything remotely suspicious. He'd almost find it funny how large the bounty on his head is, and how he's wanted for 'conspiracy and corruption' when that's exactly what he'd been trying to accuse them of.

And he'd come so close too, but...

Well, exile wasn't that bad, although having to keep such a distance from Rangiku was getting harder. Still, it was festival time in the city and he could blend in with the crowd and almost forget all the things he'd had to leave behind.]

sigh, only because i love you (is this tst-verse or canon or what kalshdf)

[gazeintothesun]

[The day is bright outside, alive with the noise and energy of the crowd, and it's a jarring counterpoint to this man seated in the corner of a small shop by the side of the street, close enough to breathe in the dust and yet still fully separate in his own stillness and the framing of the shop's shadows. He lifts his cup to his lips to sip his tea, and the gesture is slow, deliberate, imbued with the same conscious, bitter choice that characterizes the alcohol of forgetting.

Sousuke Aizen is a broken man, but unlike other broken men he has fractured along very definite lines, their edges sharp and crystalline. The fall has not blunted him, only given him more sharp points and razors in the very act of his shattering. A pristine sort of perfection in the fragile cage that's all that remains of his self-control.

He sips more tea, thinks of power, backlash, consequences; gives vent to one short, sharp laugh all too quickly lost and subsumed in the sounds of chatter and everyday conversation.]

AHAHAHA I LOVE YOUUUUUUU. It'll be a TST AU I think, yes. <333333

[inyourmidst]

[The noise of the crowd is soothing in its loud, and indistinct fashion, pleasantly drowning the senses in a way that had almost given way to relaxation until that laugh. Try as he might, his senses were still always on edge for that slightest hint of anything familiar. A boot tread in the dust, a hint of recognisable spiritual pressure, the sound of a voice he hadn't heard in years

S-SSSSHHHHHHH.

[gazeintothesun]

[Perhaps he should have known. Perhaps a mind of such analytical brilliance should have worked out the threads and the trails, the better to cut them off completely, but not even he can account for chance and the way fate seems bent on twisting its claws into wounds already drained dry of bleeding. If he is not surprised it is because he has learned to expect the worst, and there are few shadows more ominous than the ghosts of the past.

It takes him a moment to raise his eyes, an almost visible effort to turn to the man and greet him, and although it would be easier -- so much easier -- to pretend to hear nothing, pick up his coat, and leave, he remains still and unmoving in his seat save for the slight tilt upward of his face to let his eyes settle on Gin's face.

They come to rest in a fixed gaze, partly incurious and partly hollow, that meets Gin's own. Aizen smiles, and it is as bitter as the laugh, something dry and dark and shadowed.]

I'm not your superior anymore, Mr. Ichimaru. There's no need for such formalities.

Pure mirror!Yuri - Lawful Evil, whatever canon you want

[lustrolupo]

[They say a person's life is determined not by destiny, or birth, or even actions, but by the choices you make for good or for ill.

Yuri has long since made his choices - he has chosen to walk the darker path, chosen to become that which he loathes in order to do what he must. He can no longer claim to be an extension of the law, working ultimately for the greater good; he is a man consumed by vendetta and purpose.

Law; hope; righteousness; good - it has all failed him, and Yuri no longer has any qualms about taking matters into his bloodstained hands.]

mirror!ghost!Estelle, canon

[seraphicure]

(When Estelle ran, she felt her heart slide up her windpipe and into her throat. What was she even running from? No one could see her. That was wind sifting through her hair, but it was dead hair, and even though each breath burned, it wasn't real. There was blood on her dress and no visible wound, and when she collapsed shoulder first into the nearest alley wall, she tried to cry but no tears came.

This was the price she had to pay for consuming Zaphias with her powers. No longer was it habitable, no longer was it the beautiful home she'd lived in for the eighteen years of her life. Now it was a swamp, an infested void where monsters and horrors dwelled. Because she couldn't harness her power.

All of it was her fault, and her gentle heart had already snapped in two.)

post-Hollowfication, TST or canon, following death of Hiyori

[pharaohking]

[ Betrayal was a driving force that could kill a man if he based too much of his life on it. That it could be the dominant priority in someone's life left little to the imagination for how much other things such as living ranked based on level of importance. Little else mattered anymore to Shinji, because whatever or whoever he'd been the day Aizen destroyed his life was dead, and in its place remained a man driven by fury, propelled by hate, and most importantly, concerned entirely about revenge. ]